spit spat spat
whenever you want, whenever
Sunday, August 11
Friday, August 9
Friday, June 14
Sunday, June 2
Tuesday, May 28
Wednesday, May 22
Thursday, May 16
Tuesday, May 7
Wednesday, April 24
Tuesday, April 23
Monday, April 22
Thursday, April 18
Monday, August 9
Monday, August 2
Sunday, August 1
Wednesday, June 17
Tuesday, February 11
Sunday, December 29
Saturday, December 14
Friday, December 13
Monday, November 25
Every bone in my body feels Like a concrete block suspended from the ceiling. My muscles are rows of steel punctuated by chunks of chunks
Friday, November 22
Thursday, November 21
so sloppy!
taking bumps outside a Bengali estate agency
so sloppy
not hiding anything
being yourself
not wanting to meet anyone else and only
hang out with Kurtis
But you are non-monogamous!
prove it! Fuck other men! Go out! be sloppy!
Throw yourself at Antony the bounce man.
What if he doesn't want to meet anyone else either for a while?
Don't kid yourself.
What's the first word you said as a child? Μπριτζολα. What does that mean? Steak - medium rare.
My aim this summer is to appear blowing my fat, swollen nose in as many people's selfies as I can master.
If you took care of yourself like you take care of the plumping, life would be different.
He pointed at two fingers hanging from the side platter and said: the fingers are decaffeinated/ gluten free.
I have this urge to text him, one year later, and ask: what did you mean you couldn't give me what I wanted? What did I want?
I mean, I might as well learn something from all this debacle.
Knowing what the secret is, and they know it because they are it.
You didn't know he broke up with me. He broke up via email while I was at the beach drinking beer. I even opened a bond in case his son wanted to move in with us. But there was no real space for his TV in my dream. So, better we split up, I guess.
When mum asked if I'm in a long-term relationship, I got a fever for three days.
cock travellers to me nonetheless.
Despite fractured thing, looking at myself from a different angle changes everything. Wow. What a discovery. You also have to use ear plugs when doing that.
FRACTURED FOOT + FEVER = BED BOUND + NO COCK
what time are you leaving so I know I come back.
I fractured my foot that summer and dad kept saying: my daughter has a limp and keeps running after this boy we don't know. So, I had to introduce my summer fling. Mum asked, while we were all getting drunk: So, when are you moving to London? I said: we are getting married in autumn.
We forgot a melon in the car-boot for a week. it stank and left stains on all our swimming suits.
Mum says: I know I'm your muse.
I haven't fucked Nick and I always wondered why. I'm kind of proud there is one man I haven't fucked and I supposes I should keep it that way.
My parents' foreplay consists in mum saying: I am going to wash my ass and dad asking: why, is there dried shit stuck on it.
Masterpiece Ruins
Last book he was ever reading was something to do with Europe's Ruins. Then he went into a coma.
Am I a total bully? I always shout at my mum with every excuse.
Raw evidence. Simon was lovely in Wroclaw. Then he came back to London and became a dick. Only texted me when he was horny or jet lagged and then he blocked me.
I broke your doorbell cause you wouldn't let me in. And then found a sex cinema ticket on your table. I'm 38 and I pee in my pants every time I sneeze.
No presumptions. Just sex.
Don't want to pressure anything. Just want to fuck you.
Give me more, but not too much, I can't handle it.
Are you Maria Walnut or Maria Walnut? I saw your biopsy. There was no cancer on your walnut. Kaput.
It doesn't go in.
I don't approve of you taking care of other men.
I'll give him my sea towel I just thought about it even if my mum objects cause deep inside is everything fine and I'm grateful for all the comings and goings all the people in my life all the flamboyancy all the love
cause I'm made of love and appetite.
I'm not one thing. Im not a slut.
I'm a slug. I'm a big slug sluggishly roaming around looking for food inside of me and in other people I want to exist because of and despite of everything.
I want to say nothing. Only that I’m here with no bones, no contentions, no nothings, I’m here, I feel, I walk. I’m only worried about the very small kids on the tiny bikes. I’m worried that I’ll never be able to be as alive as when pushing a small head out of my vagina. Or C section. I’m worried that my existence means nothing to no one. If you are reading this, text me with the word: RIPE. 07845046726
Saturday, November 16
Friday, November 15
When I stopped drinking alcohol for a month cause I almost blinded myself when drunk, the first glass of wine I had afterwards was a really expensive red from France.
When I stopped eating for a week doing a liquid cleansing, the first thing I ate was an expired quorn sausage left outside the fridge for a while.
Now I’ve stopped dating and having sex for a few weeks, detoxing. I wonder what will happen next.
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Thursday, November 14
Wednesday, November 13
I’m looking at this scene from below. I’m lying on the floor or on a sofa bed. There is a cis gender man kind of cute that gets increasingly upset, because a girl who is a friend of mine, insists that there is no difference between Irish and Scottish accent. She is half English half foreign and she is trying to convince him to do the difference in accent. I feel bad because it seems like I may have brought these two people together.
Tuesday, November 12
Saturday, November 9
A child runs the length of the floor of a Costa coffee inside a Next Home shop inside a shopping centre in Barking. The child falls on the floor and smashes his face. The first memory he has in this tender age is me laughing at his smashed face. The first memory he has in this tender age is my loud laughter that echoes on the massive windows of the cafe, beyond the metal hydraulic panels of parcel force, beyond the pine trees of Barking forest. The dog is barking, I’m laughing , the mother of the child is crying. The barista has had enough, she comes and smacks me over the face. I laugh louder and louder, I’m so happy and held in this tender age, my first memory of laughter.
Another baby is sitting next to me. She has more hairs than any baby should have at this age. Her eyes are massive and stuck on the sides of her head. This is not a baby. This is our bright future. Our brightest of our bright future. And I treasure it forever.
Tuesday, October 15
Monday, October 14
So here’s the thing: I find a really handsome boyfriend and things don’t work out and I assume it’s because he was handsome and then go for an ugly one and things don’t work out and I assume it’s because he was ugly and then go for a handsome one and things don’t work out and then I go for an ugly one and things don’t work out and then go for a handsome one. And by the end of this journey I’ve kissed so many beauties and ugliest my mouth hurts and my heart is broken and my labia has been dislocated to the side.
Saturday, October 12
Sunday, September 29
Thursday, September 19
Saturday, September 7
Further up, it's further up. Like down? No, it's further up like down like further up just brush it brush it brush it - pretend your re having sex with Richard D. like non-penetrative sex like he is fingering you for hours and you are running around in a shirt to find the toilet. Like the fingers go everywhere - inside, outside, everywhere, they go up your anus, up your vaginal walls, they extend inside your uterus, they become your baby, your featus your baking bring inside your vagina, it the fingers of Richard D. but its also your featus your feature your featus crying inside your uterus, your tilted uterus is that an issue? no but they might have to do enforced sea section on your forehead. Why on the forehead? Cause the doctor is blind. Are there blind doctors, yes, of course, don't discriminate against the blind.
Friday, September 6
You know how you text back and forth back and forth with great fervour with someone you’ve just met at a conference who said that your work has got under his skin and then kissed you under the trees? And then suddenly the messages stop coming and you’d wish you had not sent that last message saying: excellent! Let’s be writing buddies? Yeah, I never do that. I never stop at that really great moment so that I don’t appear too much. I keep going. I keep going and I don’t fucking care, I text him again and again, follow him on Twitter, stalk him on Facebook and like his pics on Instagram I keep going I keep going I keep going
Thursday, September 5
I want to find my men like I am in a charity shop. Look through all the rubbish and then discover this one unique, precious find. This is how it works for me anyway.
Wednesday, September 4
LET THEM GROW AND COVER
THE INSIDES OF YOUR THROAT
AND FURTHER DOWN YOUR STOMACH
YOUR SPLEEN YOUR AORTA.
NOW, IT'S A GROWING WILD FIELD
IN THERE TAKING OVER
AND THE FUNCTIONS OF YOUR BODY
STOP ONE BY ONE
I can see the addictive pattern. I can never properly look at you, as me, when you are around. I can only look as this other person. The moment you leave, my elbows tall in place, my brow relaxes. I'm still tucking my belly in though just in case
My legs are crossed like a lady and I softly touch my fingers with one another, feeling that I'm still there. I haven't yet disappeared. I still exist despite your absence.
But this is not me either. Cause I've been so close to you it's impossible to feel anything without you.
I can't ever order a drink without you. I wait till you are back from the toilet until I can order another drink. I'm worried the words don't come out properly they will just sound like sound.
Yes, but only for foot massage. What's that about stationary? Oh, that's from last year.
I promise I'll never be a sucker again.
Yeah! Be a sucker!
Yeah! Be a sucker!
I promise I'll only fuck with the clouds.
Yeah! Fuck with the clouds!
Yeah! Fuck with the clouds!
I promise, I'll never make stupid faces ever again to a baby (on the plane)
Yeah! Make stupid faces! Yeah!
What do you do? I'm a script writer. I study literature.
I'll never fuck a man with glasses and funny beard. He'd look too much like my dad.
HAVE SOME CRISPS, YEAH
HAVE SOME PRINGLES
HAVE SOME PRINGLES
PAPRIKA YEAH
PUSH THEM DOWN YOUR
THROAT YEAH FURTHER DOWN
LET THEM ROOT IN
I'll come in the night when your baby is asleep and sit on your cock. It will be totally consensual, of course, but you'll be asleep.
Are these boys astonishing? Maybe? I have no idea if they are a distraction or the whole fucking point.
Is focusing on them a way of focusing on you?
Exhausted by all the bullshit. I've seen all the pictures, I went to the exhibitions.
Bring in another boy!
Don't stand still, it will hurt, it will stink, it will burn. Bring in another boy, admit defeat, cover up the pain. Don't miss him, don't miss him, it's too painful, or miss him, but make sure you find someone else quickly. Cover it up, cover it up new. You don't want to be lovesick for too long.
Find someone with gorgeous lips to forget about him. or find a Dom to tell you what to do. Or find someone with a prominent jaw or a beard that goes all the way to their ears, or someone with big eyeballs. But I want him. His eyeballs, his gorgeous lips. No, you have to find someone else, you can't commit to one person again and lose yourself. Just find someone old or young or middle-aged it don't matter. Just anyone. I'm basically looking for holes. Not unbearable holes. Just really spectacular, beautiful holes where I can stick my fingers and toes and relax for the night. I'm basically looking for a snack to nibble on. Not too salty or too sweet, just your average nibble.
You don't owe me anything. We said goodbye by Sainsbury's. You said you like my voice.
But you are awful on the phone. It's ok to have an awful phone manner as long s your bed side manner is good.
I'm so depressed I have a belly. I thin of my belly as an extended field of ugly herbaceous stems that extends beyond where the eye can reach. It is the kind of field that has holes in places and can suck you down. I feel the same about my lower belly, pubes and bones. I never said I don't have Herpes, I only said it's been dormant for a while.
I don't want to meet anyone married for a while. Not for chatting, not for fucking, not for company. This is not for me. All this Simon business has totally put me off. I can never comprehend how the here works. First you totally go for it, utterly overwhelmed by the incredible imaginings of hope - you dance like crazy and fuck up the ass - even the poop doesn't bother you.
THROW UP THE POOP
THROW UP THE POOP
And 8 months later you are tired of his dick and blame the birth control pill. You are in Greece for holidays and your vagina is dry as fuck and the only thing that excites you is designer jewellery or a chocolate donut.
Tuesday, September 3
Yeah, that was amazing. Was it? Yeah, amazing.
Really? Yeah, amazing, especially when like the people held hands and pressed their faces against the wall yeah, that was amazing Yeah.
Did you like that bit where everyone started humming and that woman took off her cocks and started sucking on her toes? Yeah, that was nice.
You didn't think it was, like, profound?
No, I wouldn't say profound, why not? CauseI don't know when was the last time she had a shower.
Why does that matter? Maybe it doesn't matter, buy actually her toes were yellow. Maybe that's just the colour of her toes. No, I am pretty sure it's not.
How do you know? Cause after she sucked them, the toes became white.
Do you like, like, when people do really gentle, nice things for each other? No, I fucking hate that.
Do you like when contemporary dancers have this, like, empty look in their eyes, like they are looking and not looking at the same time?
Or when they open their mouth slightly and sort of smile without actually being happy? What do you make of that? That's just contemporary dance.
Do you like when dancers pair their pyjamas with a really nice t-shirt and call that a costume?
on the go over the phone, never shutting up
I'm such a business man, doing business, I'm such an incredible business man, doing business
I'm so sorry I hear it didn't work out with that company
This is my friend Connie. This is my dear friend Connie. Connie is a pervert. He's been looking at me blatantly from the moment I walked in.
Connie will probably go for a Turkish after this. You know, the really dirty kind.
Don't stick your tongue out
Why?
Because I want to chop it off.
How would you do that?
With a machete.
I think you should do it with a loan mower.
Would I be happier if you texted me every morning that you loved me? Remember you used to do that thing long time ago, then you became a girl.
My hollow stomach cannot stop thinking of you. But it is not you I am thinking it is someone else. It is someone with a good English accent and a perfect phone manner. Someone that knows how to cross their legs and eat a pain au chocolat and graduate from school next year.
My foot is broken but mostly I am worried about my heart. Cause this is too much pressure to bear, too much pressure to worry that it has to be dramatic or forceful all of the time.
They gynaecologist suggested that I do not have polycystic ovaries anymore. Where are my cysts? Have they abandoned me?
Have they gone gone gone with not return? I feel left alone and I cannot say anything to complain cause apparently that's a good thing.
Fuck the storytelling. Fuck the funny storytelling. I just don't want to feel reliable anymore. I don't want to feel reliable. I want to roam around like a bitch, a big bitch in the streets and carry my left foot with me Aron Aron
there we go, here we go
here is the problem of this emptiness
is that really a problem?, no, it's more of an enigma
is it like an enigmatic problem where your mother dies in the second episode and you move into a fish tank?
other ways of living, growing, making love
I'm farting too much
what is the problem with this place?
Saturday, August 31
no real sense of self-wroth
absolutely precarious and forever unsettling
UNLESS I START POOPING ALL OVER THE PLACE
UNLESS I START POOPING
a beaten up child
because of the poop?
because of the poop
still hurting everywhere
this is my conditioning, that I self-sacrifice and that is a form of control
that I found one more reason to not like myself
if I were a dog, I would put myself down. no more hoovering. no more hoovering. how do I make this work last? just practice, just practice.
I'm cushioning I'm cushioning pulling inwards layer myself up for disaster a wild dog attacks me trying to protect my skin my legs trying not to be beaten. Always attempting something.
I'm going inwards, retreating, closing down, in order to reboot, recharge, feel hopeful again
explode or open up slowly
No, I showed it to a doctor friend.
Did you make an appointment?
No, through WhatsApp.
Did you get an STI test?
No, I showed it to a doctor friend.
Did you make an appointment?
No, through WhatsApp.
Να μη φοβαμαι να μπω να βγω στο κρυο το νερο. Να ειμαι εγω. Χωρις νερο δε μεγαλωνει το φυτο.
will you marry me? I want very much. Unless I can marry 4 people together. Do you remember when Warren came to find you in a countryside and you were a lot of hangovers and you paid him lunch? Do you remember having sex and being a rug? That was in September. Another year you went down together and didn't jump at all. Carpet things.
I AM AN ANIMAL
I AM A SUBMARINE
I DONT LIKE MY WEIGHT
I DONT LIKE GRAVITY
I CAN MOULD INTO MANY THINGS
I AM MANY THINGS
I AM AN ANCIENT FISH
I CAN SAVE MYSELF
I AHVE SURVIVED
I AM ALIVE
I HAVE EYES
I AM ALIVE. I EXIST I EXIST
I EXIST I EXIST
I EXIST I EXIST
I REFUSE TO BE DEFINED
I CAN RUN
I CAN SWIM
I WANT TO BE ME I WANT TO BE ME I WANT TO BE ME
I WANT TO BE ME I WANT TO BE ME I WANT TO BE ME
I WANT TO BE ME I WANT TO BE ME I WANT TO BE ME
I WANT TO BE ME I WANT TO BE ME I WANT TO BE ME
I WANT TO BE ME I WANT TO BE ME I WANT TO BE ME
I WANT TO BE ME I WANT TO BE ME I WANT TO BE ME
I WANT TO BE ME I WANT TO BE ME I WANT TO BE ME
I WANT TO BE ME I WANT TO BE ME I WANT TO BE ME
I CAN SPEAK
I CAN FLY
I CAN SWOM
I AM HEAVE AND SOFT
I AM A CONTRADICTION
I DONT HAVE FISH BUT I EXIST
I AM NOT ONE THING
I AM NOT ONE THING
I AM NOT ONE THING
I AM NOT ONE THING
I AM NOT ONE THING
I AM NOT ONE THING
in Norfolk.
what's the most loving thing anyone can do for you?
remember my fears, hold my hand through the woods, tell me it's ok, allow me to be myself
do you do these things for you?
no, not all of them.
you can only see things when you see them.
what do you want to ask warren?
Breaking down and breaking through.
allow things to settle in in the subconscious and seeing what the subconscious has to offer. Digestive process.
How are you processing stuff? Through taking, making, writing. Is it nice to switch off your phone? Yeah, really nice. Are these sanitary towels comfortable? Yeah, but a bit thick. Do you want a yoni massage? Yes, but I don't want to fall in love with the instructor.
Was it the right thing to leave me?
Yes, for that time, it was.
Do you regret? No, but I am sometimes in pain.
Why are you thinking about him now?
Cause he pops up in my material as this loving figure here and there. Cause I loved him. Cause I thought I'd send my life with him and be his son's mother.
Did you really though?
Dunno. But it sounds nice.
Saturday, June 8
I went to Melinda’s wedding today. Onur came with me. We spoke to people we had never met and pretended to say cheers in Hungarian. I cried a little when they promised to love and to care for each other forever. What does that forever mean? What is it about it that makes people stick to each other through thick and thin? Is it the fear of solitude? Or the desire to belong? I saw an old friend in the wedding. He said so many nice things about me. I had nothing nice to say about him. I thought he was not very nice until today. He told me he needed to get phased in order to express his emotions and he was clearly pissed then. He revealed his is a senior engineer something something but that that was not him. He wasn’t senior anything. You are senior to me. I wanted to say. A senior dick. No, that’s too harsh for someone that shows vulnerability. Besides, Onur says I shouldn’t be judgemental. Walked to the station through the corn fields, it was lovely. Now heading home with my open heart and being grateful for my warm salad with eggplant and tomatoes I’ll be having imminently.
Thursday, March 28
Wednesday, November 7
Tuesday, November 6
Finally a moment of silence to poo. Pushing through my sphincter there is a surprise brewing. It’s bold and brown and beautiful. It’s not a poo poo, it’s my future, adorned like I’ve never imagined it before.
I still have some chilli pepper in my nose, but no nose elll dictate the way I live right here right now. I’m invincible, I’m free.
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am
am
am
amazona
ambitious
ambrosia
amateur
amiga
ambracatambra
aman pia
aman pia den se antexw
aman pia den se antexw allo
aman pia pote epitelous tha katalabeis poso poly mou areses palia
aman pia pote epitelous tha katalabeis oti egw den eimai gia sena
amicable
amor
amor
amor
amnesia
amphebio
amfibolia
amuser
amusement
amygdalitis
amazed
amazing
America
americanopoiw
aman pote pia tha katalabeis
a mess
a mystery
a moment
a moment in time
a moment in time when I have no words
a moment in time when I have too many words
a moment in time
a misunderstanding
a mumble
a mumble
I mumble
I mumble
you mumble I mumble
amal
amal
amal e a
ama l e a
ama aaaa
aaaaa
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aaaaa
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aaa
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mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
amalia
amalia
amalia
amalia
amalia
amalia
amalia
amalia
amalia
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happy birthday
It was this performance at the Foundry, this durational three-day four-hour performance and the day before someone put me inside a shopping trolley; I was there wearing a black vintage swimming suit with little diamonds on top (the one I was wearing when we went for spa on my birthday) and I was inside the shopping trolley. This was a performance with lots of random people in a group doing random things, with televisions and cables and stuff - kind of improvising. I always wondered why people stayed; it wasn't that interesting or intriguing, it was just people doing stuff with stuff, cables and stuff. So I was in the shopping trolley the day before and I threw a towel to my friend Maria who was a fan and followed all of the crazy work I was doing those days, and she, competent and loyal audience member, interacted with me. She pulled me. And I fell, with the shopping trolley, and the shopping trolley fell onto my knee. And it really hurt.
So, the next day of the durational performance I could not walk, but I was not convinced I should not do my bit. So I did. I was there, wearing that purple dress I bought to fuck Antoine's young brother in South of France that summer, when I was feeling desperate and lonely and I had not even met him but I told Antoine on the phone before I had met his brother that I would fuck him. I was wearing the purple summer dress and two red clip-on earrings and I was standing there. Stillness seemed to be kind of important for me back then. I was just standing and looking ahead, towards three young boys that sounded Spanish. At some point, I took of my earring and threw it on the floor in front of their feet and pointed at it. One of them, the brave one, picked it up and gave it to me. And I grabbed his hand, really tight, a moment before he was going to let go. And I held it there for four hours. I actually held his hand for less, but I then went on to touch his arm and shoulder and shoulder blade and back and I got to hold him closer and closer, very very close, no speaking. For four hours. The rest of the three boys were still there, looking. After the durational performance was over, my friend Paron whistled at me: 'I think you've got a date'. So, I picked up my stuff and went upstairs into the bar. I saw that boy and he spoke to me for the first time. Hello, I am Jose. And I was stunned. His voice was so high pitched and so different than I had expected. While I was holding him, I had all sort of fantasies. I thought how romantic if this is the boy I would actually end up with and I had met in such awesome way. How romantic it would be to end up with him and to have met him like this, in the basement of some weird bar in the middle of Hoxton. But I didn't. I didn't end up with him, I didn't like him, I didn't even want to chat with him. I still fucked him, but only once and only half-heartedly. I wanted to give it a shot just in case.
The other one, what's his name, I met in the coffee shop I used to work in. What's his name. I was not too keen, he looked like my dad but with a bigger belly. He tried to lure me with many different propositions, something about the moon in a text message, which didn't work, something about buying me dinner, which didn't work. When he spoke, vowels always seemed to make his mouth very round, very very round and kind of ugly, protruding, very ugly and wet and kind of protruding. Ok, so he said something about an underground house party in some kind of squat and that did it. He was a bit annoyed by that point, so he added: is that good enough for you. We did go to the party and I was more interested in the Russian blond girl than in him. But then the lights went down, the ceiling was low, the party almost over and therefore I decided to sit on his lap. And it was nice, kind of like sitting on my dad's lap nice. And then we went to his house and he tried to fuck me but I refused to take off my tights, so he kind of fucked me on top of the tights and then we had some tuna. (I remember we also went to some film exhibition at some gallery in the East and he gave me some advice on my career as an artist and I was wearing a black jumpsuit with some silver details. The advice didn't really seem to matter at the time, I was just happy being there, in a gallery, in East London, wearing my black jumpsuit).
Sunday, December 31
Friday, September 30
Monday, September 12
Sunday, September 11
Monday, September 5
Sunday, September 4
Thursday, September 1
Friday, August 19
Thursday, May 26
Friday, May 20
Monday, February 15
P. announces to me that we are doing an opera and that I have the principal role. But I cannot sing, I say. I WILL TEACH YOU, he shouts. But, it's a waste of time, I say, extra-curricula, my arse, IT'S COMPULSORY, he shouts. It's bullshit, I say, but I know I now have to spend hours just learning the shitty lines.
I am having dinner with Mrs L. our of politeness and then look at my watch. It is 8.45pm and my class should have started at 7pm, it should now almost be done. But I am not there to teach it, I am not there, twice in one week. NOW THEY WILL KNOW I AM A FRAUD, I shout.
Friday, November 13
Wednesday, November 4
Wednesday, October 7
Monday, October 5
Wednesday, September 30
Tuesday, September 29
Monday, September 28
Saturday, September 19
Sunday, September 13
Saturday, September 12
Thursday, September 10
Saturday, September 5
Tuesday, September 1
Tuesday, August 11
Sunday, August 9
Saturday, August 8
Wednesday, July 22
Wednesday, July 15
Thursday, July 9
Tuesday, July 7
Sunday, July 5
Saturday, July 4
Wednesday, June 24
I never told you
A-i-w-a
I never told you my little story
I never told you
A-i-w-a
I never told you my little story
I never told you
I can bark at night
I can bark at night
I can bark at
A-i-w-a
I never told you my little story
I never told you
A-i-w-a
I can bark at night
I can bark at night (woof woof)
I can bark at night
A-i-w-a
Three times at night I wake
Three times at night I wake
myself barking
Three times at night I wake
Three times at night I wake
myself barking
Three times at night I wake
myself barking
I'll make omelette and eggs
Stay with me, stay with me
I'll make omelette and eggs
Stay with me, stay with me
I'll make omelette and eggs
(and I will love you)
Stay with me, stay with me
I'll make omelette and eggs
I'll make lunch, lunch, lunch
And I'll buy you waffles
Stay with me, stay with me
I'll make omelette and eggs
Stay with me, stay with me
I'll make omelette and eggs
(and I will love you)
I'll make lunch, lunch, lunch
And I'll buy waffles
but I know how not to burn the beans
I never told you this
but I know how not to burn the beans
(I know how not to burn other fruit and vegetables too)
I never told you this
but I know how not to burn the beans
(while having a shower at the same time)
I never told you this
but I know how not to burn the beans
(I know how to take a shower)
I never told you this
but I know how not to burn the beans
(I never told you other things too, I know)
I never told you this
but I know how not to burn the beans
(sitting in the patio and dreaming of you)
I never told you this
but I know how not to burn the beans
(wanting to be there, with you, in the patio)
I never told you this
but I know how not to burn the beans
(I think I may have actually burnt the beans)